I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.